“…Welcome, Yoshii.”
I waited for a while after I pressed the bell, and Kirishima-san in plainclothes came over to invite me in.
“So, sorry for intruding.”
Her house is way too luxurious, causing me to tense up for some reason. I heard of it before, but there’s really an invisible pressure when I really see it…she probably has servants who stay in the same house.
“…Everyone else was here.”
“So I’m the last one.”
With Kirishima-san leading me, I slowly followed her from behind. This is amazing…I’ve never seen such a long corridor before.
“Wow~ your house has a lot of rooms~”
“…They’re all for different functions.”
As expected of rich people, having so many rooms for different functions.
“This room that’s full of books is…”
“…The library.”
“That room with the large curtain is…”
“…A mini-theater.”
“That room with chains buckled all over is…”
“…Yuuji’s room.”
Alright, let’s forget about the conversation just now.
“…And this is the study.”
After walking by a few rooms, Kirishima-san suddenly stopped and opened a door. The moment she opened the door, I could see a boy and a girl arguing with each other. Isn’t that Muttsurini and Kudou Aikou from A-class? What are they arguing about?”
“You’re thinking too much, Muttsurini-kun! Haven’t you heard of the saying that ‘Seeing is believing’?”
“…It’s an ever foolish thing to get on stage without going through a mock-drill.”
“It’s because you think so much that you always get nosebleeds and can’t get up.”
“…No matter what you say, I have no intention of changing my belief.”
“You’re saying such things again! You just won’t listen (flash a little)!”
“…Too despicable…(Nosebleeding in spurts).”
Kudou-san flipped the breast side of her shirt, and Muttsurini immediately drowned in a pool of nosebleed.
…What in the world are those two doing…?
“You’re finally here, Akihisa.”
“Ah, Hideyoshi, what’s with those two?”
“Mu, they were discussing hotly about how ‘secondary sexual characteristics come about’ and things ended up like that…”
“I say, isn’t it weird to discuss such things already?”
What exactly happened such that they would discuss about secondary sexual characteristics?
“Hello, Akihisa-kun.”
“Un, morning, Himeji-sa—”
I turned over to look in the direction where the familiar voice came from, and was immediately so shocked that I couldn’t talk.
“Hm? What is it?”
Himeji-san tilted her head slightly. She looks somewhat different from usual, because she had a cute ponytail tied behind her.
